Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Well, It Was Safe To Assume That Even A Meager Size Still Had Its Uses.

Owen could easily endure an entire day of nonstop cumming..even a whole week if necessary, as it was simply impossible to gauge his limit.

Perhaps he didn’t even have one, considering the skill was distinctly classified as a divine-tier trait.

Is there anything in existence that can hold a candle to the divine?

Hell no... it was literally the embodiment of a deity’s blessing.

And as the holder of a perfect cock, he was basically divine.

Owen would willingly bet his entire cock, two balls included, to the system that it would never go limp.

Still, he needed to properly harvest the fruits of his labor before he could make that wager...

’It doesn’t matter anyway, because I am going to completely drive you wild tomorrow, Auntie Morenne. Just prepare to taste the most forbidden, finest seed in existence!’ Owen’s lingering thoughts drifted as he arrived at the mesmerizing vista of the crystal-clear lake.

"Hoh... there’s someone down by the water." Owen could clearly make out a couple of silhouettes in the distance near the shoreline, engaged in some playful banter.

Step... step... step...

Owen walked closer at a leisurely pace to observe the lovely bickering of the two.

"Haha... you just need to pull gently, Pam. Just handle it with care." The man was smiling warmly as he watched the beautiful woman, who was dressed in thick, baggy black overalls paired with boots.

She stood at around 5’7" with a mesmerizing head of deep blue hair that cascaded all the way down her back.

She was currently bending over, exerting her effort to uproot something from the soil.

Even though her voluptuous figure was largely concealed beneath the heavy overalls, the flawless pale skin visible along her neck as her hair swayed was enough to make any man rock-hard.

Not to mention, her generous, busty ass and enormous titties bounced lewdly as she tried her absolute best to tug at the stubborn plant.

’Hoh... another gorgeous, busty MILF. This village never fails to deliver endless surprises.’ He could smell it...the distinct scent of a hungry MILF.

’Just from the scent of her hair alone, I can tell she’s another top-tier catch.’’ Owen licked his lips as he continued to observe her, slowly approaching them.

He didn’t even need an introduction to recognize this particular MILF, because he remembered every single one of them from the game.

She was one of the individuals who harbored a secret desire to have her asshole thoroughly ravaged again and again.

This MILF was certified as one who loved hard asshole fucking.

While there might be minor changes now compared to the game he once played, her underlying, hidden fetish as a sophisticated MILF craving a rough, intense pouncing from behind was not going to change.

This beauty was clearly Pamela... the picture of innocence on the outside, but an absolute lover of hard fucking behind closed doors.

Owen firmly believed in the saying that a silent, modest MILF is a perverted MILF.

...

Then, he shifted his gaze to her spouse.

’ And there’s the pathetic husband. Heh, I’m losing count of how many pathetic men I’m going to cuckold, but this guy is officially going to be the third.’ As a dignified gentleman, he would graciously award the oblivious fellow the bronze medal in the ranking of pathetic bastards destined to be cuckolded.

He was already a bronze holder, so adding another one wasn’t that bad.

Ultimately, it was their own fault for possessing such a meager thing while keeping such a busty, starved woman by their side...

In a way, he was practically doing them a favor.

Owen was a benevolent man, after all, always ready to assist those in need.

Just like the famous No. 1 extra of the series "My Extra Academia" named "All Night," who would save those who were in need.

And... that was his goal: to save those MILFs who were in need and end the suffering of the men.

Pwahck... Thud!

Pamela was suddenly sent tumbling backward onto the ground as the root gave way all at once, the momentum completely throwing off her balance.

As she now sat on the sand.

"I managed to pull it! Hehe, I told you I was strong..." Pamela giggled as she stood up, brushing off her ass where a bit of dirt and sand had clung to the fabric of her clothes.

"Not bad at all, Pam. You did an excellent job." The man gave her an encouraging thumbs-up, but Pamela completely missed the gesture as her attention was immediately captured by the handsome young man approaching them.

It was like seeing a flower in the middle of the plains as she looked at Owen’s face.

"Ohh, I didn’t expect to run into you so soon, Little Wen! Morenne informed me about your arrival yesterday, but I certainly didn’t expect you to be out strolling so early in the morning." She giggled and walked over gracefully, a warm, welcoming smile lighting up her face.

’Damn... she’s a really gorgeous MILF, perfectly complemented by her blue hair.’ Owen was forced to gulp hard internally.

All the MILFs he had encountered so far were ethereal.

"I just absolutely adore the view out here, Auntie Pam. It’s impossible to miss such breathtaking beauty..." Owen replied, his face showing the innocent expression of a pure saint about to purge the corruption that had plagued a city for centuries.

"Haha, I never imagined I’d see Little Wen looking so mature! You’re even taller than me now, kid." The husband walked over and offered him a warm, friendly embrace.

He was genuinely thrilled to see his daughter’s childhood best friend back in town.

Unfortunately, his daughter wasn’t around at the moment; she was scheduled to take a week-long break after work, maybe visiting the village too.

Seeing Owen here filled him with a sense of nostalgic joy in his heart.

Well, it was safe to assume that even a meager size still had its uses.